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Array ( [sid] => 79901 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Track One [time] => 2005-01-14 18:03:46 [hometext] => This is part one of a story poem series, I'll continue it if you think it's good. [bodytext] => I can still here them screaming
The sound etched in my mind
Playing over and over again like some cruel broken record
This horrible track one echos through time
I can feel her heart beating
Slower and slower
Rewinding life back into nothingness
The wound bleading
The blood chilling
The eyes closing to meet an oncoming and uncertain darkness
I watch the replay in my mind
I watch the world burn
I watch the bombs drop
And the bullets fly
Watch the children weep
As there mothers die
Watch fathers strugle vainly in an attempt
To save a last fragment of a dissapearing life
I can still feel her hand
Closed tight in mine
Hoping agianst hope
That we could hold back the oncoming tide
That would sweep us all way
To a despreate lonely somewhere
Caught up in the death of the world around me
I watched her die painfully
And I could do nothing
Our life was ending [comments] => 2 [counter] => 419 [topic] => 43 [informant] => socialburnin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

Track One

Contributed by socialburnin on Friday, 14th January 2005 @ 06:03:46 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

I can still here them screaming
The sound etched in my mind
Playing over and over again like some cruel broken record
This horrible track one echos through time
I can feel her heart beating
Slower and slower
Rewinding life back into nothingness
The wound bleading
The blood chilling
The eyes closing to meet an oncoming and uncertain darkness
I watch the replay in my mind
I watch the world burn
I watch the bombs drop
And the bullets fly
Watch the children weep
As there mothers die
Watch fathers strugle vainly in an attempt
To save a last fragment of a dissapearing life
I can still feel her hand
Closed tight in mine
Hoping agianst hope
That we could hold back the oncoming tide
That would sweep us all way
To a despreate lonely somewhere
Caught up in the death of the world around me
I watched her die painfully
And I could do nothing
Our life was ending

Copyright © socialburnin ... [ 2005-01-14 18:03:46]
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Re: Track One (User Rating: 1 )
by Spazzo on Friday, 14th January 2005 @ 06:50:54 PM AEST
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Good but sad. I hope this didn't happen to you. If it did, I am sorry. I hope things get better.

Spazzo

Re: Track One (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Sunday, 16th January 2005 @ 10:33:57 AM AEST
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This is good..you imagery is very clear. Loved this..
Jenni

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